Letra

Bitch I'm back Take over Ridin ridin riding in the black Range Rover Talking talking talking with no facts Straight rumor Walking walking round wit blue stacks Straight Mulah Know it's been a while But bitch im back Take over Ridin ridin riding in the black Range Rover Talking talking talking with no facts Straight rumor Walking walking round wit blue stacks Straight Mulah Taking over like I'm Bobby Blitz's band Got a couple hundred dollars on the fuckin wrist damn Bitch I'm bouncing of the walls, I don't fuckin wear vans Word to jack motherfucker I could take 'em first class They money be coming in short just like oddjob Escorting your bitch to my room like Natalya Both of y'all riding my dick metaphorically She want a check ima tell that bitch hop off Snapping on a beat Turn it to ash and dust like Thanos Bitches mad im counting cheese And getting racks still run my pesos To me acting like they sweet Behind my back can't shut they face hoe I got cash designer brands No matter what they all gon stay broke Bitch I'm back Take over Ridin ridin riding in the black Range Rover Talking talking talking with no facts Straight rumor Walking walking round wit blue stacks Straight Mulah Know it's been a while But bitch im back Take over Ridin ridin riding in the black Range Rover Talking talking talking with no facts Straight rumor Walking walking round wit blue stacks Straight Mulah No luck four leaf clover Butcher nigga got this meat cleaver Mamí gettin naked cause she think I'm clever Pop that pimple Mr. Clearasil, no space all in your bubble, If we bettin on ourselves I'm callin double Was a athlete got played not shit on my huddle Now got the team pick one we a bundle If you barkin wit no bite Bitch shut the fuck up Before I gotta train you like a bad dog Put a muzzle on your mouth, then the AR Stop playin with my repertoire Fore this chopper eat your liver like Reptar Break down a zip split my Dutch cigar High school teachers treated me like a retard Lemme give you a second to restart Fore I put some stress up on your heart And you diehard, I'm that type of nigga you can't discard Disregard the fact I'll slice your throat From glass shard I'll bombard the yard make way to top of chart I'm too smart to play the role of sweetheart Rooted to my city thanks Warren taught me street-smarts This is only the beginning we need jump start Take charge dirt bike, take off like a kick start Bitch I'm back Take over Ridin ridin riding in the black Range Rover Talking talking talking with no facts Straight rumor Walking walking round wit blue stacks Straight Mulah Know it's been a while But bitch im back Take over Ridin ridin riding in the black Range Rover Talking talking talking with no facts Straight rumor Walking walking round wit blue stacks Straight Mulah
Writer(s): Jeffrey Southerland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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